A Wish on the Breeze

A Wind came from Stone Cabin and whispered to me,
Today is her Birthday, our own Laura Leigh.
She comes in the Wind and she comes in the Rain,
she never forsakes us for she knows of our pain.
The little breeze tells me To Kill them is wrong.
She grieves every Baby, each mare when they die.
She cries out in Anguish when one of us dies,
she looks to the Heavens calling, Why, my Lord, why?
I will not forsake them as each of them knows,
I’ll watch as they’re born and how each Baby grows.
The mountains are wild and the Winters are long,
the little breeze tells me To Kill them is wrong.
So, fall in behind her as she fights all alone,
far away from her family and far from her home.
Please, help with adoptions at Cabin of Stone.
For, we’re hoping as ever that the Horses will win,
and they’re still be there running, with BLM gone.
So Blessings to Laura and the Horses she grieves
and my Birthday wishes go out on that breeze.